THIS IS A GENIUS PLAN
WHO: Jan Valentine [bitchin_beanie], Xaldin [fakebritgit]
WHAT: THERE ARE PLOTS BREWING. Unfortunately Jan isn't very good at plots.
WHERE: Junkhouse Ramen!
WHEN: Day 296
It didn't matter to Jan if Kasa didn't actually eat real food, it really didn't. And in all honesty, the possibility that her diet might ruin the entire thing had never even occurred to him, despite being a vampire himself.
You made food for people, and they ate it. And if the food was fucked up? Too bad. Or right the fuck on target, in this case.
Jan grinned to himself, a wide, toothy, up-to-no-good sort of grin. The kind of grin that suggested he'd never once in his life ever actually been involved in good. Which was quite possibly true, in fact. The grin stretched a little wider as he dumped a load of salt into the ramen he was concocting. It'd get worse, of course. But so far he was just at the preliminaries -- ensuring that even the most basic essence of the food would would taste like shit. He glanced over at the largish burlap sack to his right, assuring himself it was still there. And it was, of course. Perfect. As soon as there were no witnesses around, in it would go! It'd definitely be some sort of fucking genius masterpiece, everyone would agree. Except Kasa who would, with any luck, be dead of food poisoning.
WHAT: THERE ARE PLOTS BREWING. Unfortunately Jan isn't very good at plots.
WHERE: Junkhouse Ramen!
WHEN: Day 296
It didn't matter to Jan if Kasa didn't actually eat real food, it really didn't. And in all honesty, the possibility that her diet might ruin the entire thing had never even occurred to him, despite being a vampire himself.
You made food for people, and they ate it. And if the food was fucked up? Too bad. Or right the fuck on target, in this case.
Jan grinned to himself, a wide, toothy, up-to-no-good sort of grin. The kind of grin that suggested he'd never once in his life ever actually been involved in good. Which was quite possibly true, in fact. The grin stretched a little wider as he dumped a load of salt into the ramen he was concocting. It'd get worse, of course. But so far he was just at the preliminaries -- ensuring that even the most basic essence of the food would would taste like shit. He glanced over at the largish burlap sack to his right, assuring himself it was still there. And it was, of course. Perfect. As soon as there were no witnesses around, in it would go! It'd definitely be some sort of fucking genius masterpiece, everyone would agree. Except Kasa who would, with any luck, be dead of food poisoning.